Approximately two hundred kilometers from downtown New York City, in a small town, lived many Black and Chinese people.

A dilapidated car pulled up, and Su Tiannan asked the driver, "How much?"

"One thousand!" The Black driver held up a finger, chewing gum, his eyes fixed on Su Tiannan.

"..." Su Tiannan looked at him, hesitated slightly, took out a thousand dollars from his pocket, and threw it on the seat.

"Hey, bro, I misremembered, two thousand!" The Black man smiled, revealing his white teeth, speaking in English.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Su Tiannan suddenly raised his arm and punched the other man's head three times in a row.

"Son of a bitch...!" The Black man angrily reached for a weapon.

"Slap!"

Su Tiannan pulled out his pistol and pressed it against the other man's head, saying, "You wanna eat shit?"

Looking into Su Tiannan's eyes, the Black driver hesitated slightly before shrugging his shoulders and replying, "Okay, okay, you can get out of the car!"

Su Tiannan reached over, grabbed the thousand dollars he had thrown over earlier, paid nothing for the ride, and turned to leave decisively.

Nearly two years in prison had transformed Su Tiannan's personality inside and out. In a prison filled with White and Black inmates, he, a yellow-skinned Asian, had been bullied when he first arrived.

But later he gradually discovered that the burly Black men were nothing special. When they got hit, they covered their heads. If you fought them like your life depended on it, they would back down.

Su Tiannan walked along the street for a full half an hour before finally heading to his destination.

After a long time, inside a dilapidated residential building, Su Tiannan, wearing sportswear, arrived on the fourth floor and knocked on a door.

A Chinese man in his forties, wearing shorts and a tank top, with a cigarette in his mouth, said, "Come in."

Su Tiannan stepped inside.

It was a room of about forty square meters. The interior was old, and the furnishings were in accordance with Chinese habits. Su Tiannan even saw the aged vinegar and soy sauce that were often eaten in his hometown on the dining table.

"Smoke?" the middle-aged man asked after sitting down.

"Thanks!" Su Tiannan replied, sitting on the sofa.

The two lit cigarettes for each other, and then the Chinese man said softly, "Originally, I wanted you to get plastic surgery as soon as you got out, but now it may be too late. There's something I need you to do."

"Myself?" Su Tiannan asked.

"No, there are others." The Chinese man held out his palm. "I am Lu Zhengming from the Huagong Association (Chinese Workers Association). I will be responsible for contacting you in the future."

Su Tiannan lowered his head and took a drag of his cigarette. "When do we leave?"

"You have to leave tonight. I'll have someone take you."

"Okay!"

At this point, the two men were silent for a while. The man suddenly asked very openly, "You've been cooped up inside for so long, do you need to relax?"

Su Tiannan was stunned for a moment. "Never mind."

...

Hanoi city.

Ruan Zhengtan's car stopped near a park. He got out alone and walked into the depths of the park.

After a while, a senior executive from the Fan Family Group appeared in the park.

The two sat on a bench, and Ruan Zhengtan chewed gum, asking, "What's the attitude of the Fan family internally now?"

"Fan Mingming feels that things have gone too far and regrets it a little," the executive replied.

"Mm." Ruan Zhengtan looked at him. "The thing?"

The executive took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to the other party, saying, "It's all in there."

"If I don't report what you did, no one will know. You help me, I'll help you." Ruan Zhengtan put the USB flash drive in his pocket and whispered to him, "After I leave, I will destroy your things."

"Can I trust you?" the executive asked.

"I'm leaving anyway, what use do I have for your little bit of evidence?" Ruan Zhengtan got up. "Keep in touch."

The executive nodded helplessly. "I hope you don't keep looking for me."

"Hehe!" Ruan Zhengtan grinned and waved goodbye.

After taking the Fan Family Group's core data from the park, Ruan Zhengtan took a car to the Supervisory Department.

Behind the courtyard, Ruan Zhengtan smoked, waiting for five or six minutes before seeing a dozen people walking over.

"Chief, everything is done!" the leader said respectfully.

"The thing?" Ruan Zhengtan asked.

The leader took out an iron box from his arms: "It's all here, no backup! We have also destroyed the relevant documents."

Ruan Zhengtan looked at him: "After we leave, have Gui Mengjun executed!"

"Understood!"

"Let's go!" Ruan Zhengtan responded and left in a hurry with a dozen people.

...

In the latter half of this day, in the entire Golden Triangle area, many people were busy running away. When a towering tree falls, many people will suffer.

Ruan Zhengtan was not the highest-ranking among these people, and he was not even considered a key target for liquidation, because within a large military intelligence bureau, there were at least a dozen deputy directors. In terms of power distribution, he was not at the top.

The new governor was busy targeting towering trees and big tigers. Currently, he was focusing his main energy on grasping the imperial relatives who controlled military power. Therefore, he could not pay attention to all the scattered households and small characters below.

Hanoi's capital was under traffic control, and there were also military outposts outside, which seemed very strict, but this did not stump Ruan Zhengtan.

As an intelligence officer who had been active in the Golden Triangle area for more than twenty years, his network was too wide.

Sitting in the car, Ruan Zhengtan changed into a new set of clothes. After only making a few phone calls, he successfully left the city from the southern waterway.

After handing over, Ruan Zhengtan and his party of ten crossed the iron net between the Fifth District and the central location of the Golden Triangle and left the country in less than two hours.

The relationships that Ruan Zhengtan found were all people who didn't want him to be arrested in the area, because this bastard knew too much. If he was really caught and started biting indiscriminately, everyone would be finished.

Leaving the country, Ruan Zhengtan looked back at his hometown. His emotions were actually quite complicated. He had been doing military intelligence work for half his life. He knew that his successful escape today was not because of his own strength, but because this city, which seemed glorious and orderly, was actually very rotten.

The power distribution of the Pu family government was too complicated. Almost every direct descendant of the family was in power, and there were families below the families, and countless scattered forces were derived under the factions.

These people once helped Pu Blind Man (nickname) build the country, and now they have divided the country equally.

Perhaps that's why Pu Xingbang wanted to start a massacre during the state funeral!

Ruan Zhengtan ran away, borrowing a road from the Fifth District, preparing to flee to the First District.

...

Inside Dong Sheng Express.

Su Tianyu looked at Jiang Zhou and asked softly, "Brother! Is it convenient to say what level you are?"

Jiang Zhou looked at him and replied with a smile, "My level is not high, but I know how to be born into the right family!"